Life in the priesthood is peaceful, but when three eagle shifters arrive at the abbey, the peace goes out the window and it takes her with them.

Nisa has been working with the priests to host weddings at their abbey and bring joy to newly wedded couples. When a bride asks Nisa to formalize her vows instead of head of the order, the clone is honoured but a little confused. The confusion lasts until the moment that Nisa's set walk down the aisle as groomsmen and then her fixation with her mates kicks in.

Prio, Raz, and Watt are just as shocked as she is when they see the official for the wedding and she looks them over with hungry avian eyes.

While their instincts scream at them to sweep their bride away, they abide by the regulations of her adopted family and begin a slow and detailed courtship when they want nothing more than to take her fast.

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Straightening her pale formal robes, Nisa gathered her scroll and set a wreath of flowers on her head. It was a gift from the bride and she had to wear it.

When she exited her chambers, Brother Timo was waiting for her and he escorted her to the bridal tent that was erected on one side of the gardens. He left to speak to the groom while she had her last-minute visitation with the bride.

The bridesmaids were giggling, but they sobered when she walked in.

“How are we doing here, ladies?”

The women stared. They looked from her eyes to the cleavage bared by the robes and back up again.

Nisa knew that her mark was visible. She never hid it at formal events. It was best for the single males who were seeking partners to know that they had no chance with her.

Beela was admiring the fit of her gown in the mirror and she turned to look at Nisa with a happy cry. “You look amazing, Lady Nisa.”

“And you are a vision, Miss Beela.” Nisa inclined her head. “Are you looking forward to the ceremony?”

“I am. I can hardly wait to be Lady Beela Seelil Rickk.” She swished from side to side in her gown.

“Good. How are your maids today? They seem a little out of sorts.” Nisa fought her grin.

“They were not expecting your formal gown to expose so much of you. I don’t think they believed that you were really one of the clone set.”

Nisa chuckled and eyed the five women with a raised brow. “These are standard formal robes for a woman of the Harmonic abbey. Not all in the abbey are aging men.”

The maids shuffled in their brilliantly coloured gowns. A blonde finally asked, “Are you really a blender?”

Nisa licked her lips and took in a deep breath, trying to keep the oxygen in the tent steady while she fought her upset. “I do not enjoy the term. It derides the amount of care that was used to assemble my genetic code. It insults the memory of those who chose to bring me into the world and who tried to protect me as I grew.”

The woman paled and stepped back. “I am sorry.”

“But yes, I am one of a clone set.”

One of the brunettes giggled, “Do you really have to take all your men together at one time?”